Ugh. My body just did that thing where it's like, "La la la Stayfree commercial, feel free to wear white pants and skip through daisies!" And THEN. WITH NO WARNING:

It's that scene from The Shining where the elevator doors open and a huge flood of red explodes out into the corridor, and I'm like, "WTF BODY?!" and it's like *shrug*.

Seriously, my bathroom looked like an episode of Dexter five minutes ago. If I'd KNOWN I'd have covered the room in plastic sheeting for protection. And maybe invested in some of those crime scene booties and coveralls.

This TMI moment is brought to you by probable anemia (which is the the usual culprit for me when this happens.)

*takes an iron pill*

*reminds self that feeling exhausted for days on end MEANS SOMETHING GODDAMMIT*